I couldn't convince him, because he was too stubborn, and perhaps this was the characteristic of the senior officials of the Northern Alliance, who were so arrogant that they were stubborn and could not listen to the advice of others.

"Let's go down." I say.

At this time, he hesitated and stared into my eyes.

"Let's go." I pointed down.

"We didn't seem to get anything out of this trip, did we?" He asked.

"What kind of harvest are you looking forward to?" I asked rhetorically.

"At least you should tell your plan so I can report back to the big guys. Otherwise, we've been out for so long, we haven't seen anything, we haven't talked about anything, how can I explain to the big guys? He values you so much, you won't do nothing, will you? He said.

I laughed again, he looked too much at the feelings of the big guys, and thought that he could explain anything to the big guys. This is completely wrong, no matter what kind of work a person with an independent personality is facing, he must have his own opinions and come up with constructive opinions, instead of completely obeying someone's orders and mechanically conveying opinions and orders between superiors and subordinates. In that case, it would be enough to remove him and replace him with a herald. In his position, he must be able to give some correct advice to the big guys, instead of being a sound worm.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked.

I asked him, "What do you want to give to the big guys?" ”

He frowned: "Of course it's a tight military plan of action. For example, when to leave the city, when to fight, when to return, how many enemies to kill, etc., this is a detailed plan of action, isn't it? ”

I shook my head: "What we need is not a detailed action plan, but an extremely efficient and adaptable plan." War is not about building a house, it is enough to do it according to the drawings. War is a game between two sides, changing rapidly, you can't predict what will happen in the next second, how to plan? ”

Obviously, he wasn't happy with my answer, because what he was thinking was the opposite of what I had in mind.

He thought of the war as simplistic, believing that the greatest victory would be the elimination of the Nazi armored forces outside the city.

In fact, as long as you open the world map and look at it, you will know that the armored forces outside the city are only a small part of the total strength of the Nazis. At present, the Nazis have built numerous arms factories in Europe and are vigorously producing Leopard and Tiger tanks, which will have an absolute upper hand in the Eastern theater.

If the Northern Alliance only wanted to protect itself, then the Nazi armored forces, having failed this time, would soon make a comeback and continue to ravel the land.

"As long as the Nazi Führer is alive, the war will not end, do you understand that?" I asked.

"That's not something we need to think about, according to the spy I planted in Berlin, the Führer was in good health and would not have any problems for thirty years. Our spies also tried to assassinate the Nazi Führer with * attacks, but all failed. It can be said that what you say is useless, and we can only deal with the current crisis with all our might. He said.

From him, I can know that the reason why the Northern Alliance is losing and retreating is because all the high-ranking officials are blind and have no awareness of the overall war.

From the map, the European continent is connected, and there are no natural barriers between countries, such as high mountains and moats, which is very suitable for the Nazis to launch a lightning operation. In this way, if the fighting ideology of the Northern Alliance is only to close off and protect itself, then in the end it must be the destruction of the country.

Judging from the history of the Central Plains, it is the most stupid thing to do to close off the country. The earth is a whole, and airplanes and ships are able to overcome all obstacles. In the face of modern means of transport, neither the Great Wall nor the straits are of use. Just like now, when the German Nazi armoured vehicles were approaching the city, the passive defense could only hold out for a while.

"The assassination was right, but you lacked persistence. It seems to me that even if you fail a thousand times, you will make a comeback for the thousandth and first time. I said.

He shrugged: "Yes, this is easy to say, but it's too difficult to do. In order to assassinate the Nazi Führer, we have sacrificed more than 300 excellent spies, and we have lost nine-tenths of the spy network that was once built in Europe. However, after paying such a big price and achieving nothing, do you think the assassination should be stopped? ”

Of course I understand what he means, that war is very cruel, especially this protracted world war, where every side is exhausted and the whole country is drawn into the mire, and this is a painful fact for all sides. But if you want to win, you must endure this pain.

During World War II, the assassination of the Nazi Führer never stopped. It's not just the Northern Alliance that's doing this, but the rest of the Allied countries, the defeated countries under Nazi rule, and the underground resistance groups doing it. Although unsuccessful, it had caused great distress to the Axis powers, delaying their advance on various battlefields.

So, even a failed assassination is progressive. If, as he said, the assassination stops because of the sacrifice of many good spies, those people will die in vain.

The roar of the car engine got closer and closer, and soon the first car appeared at the end of the long street, then the second, then the third...... In total, six cars drove over. The khaki military trucks were covered with thick canvas, and they were supposed to be filled with military supplies.

"That's the car for us." He said.

I didn't ask again, and according to him, the cars were absolutely safe. From the driver to the escort staff, all are strictly vetted and there will be no problems.

I noticed that there were three people in each car, and in addition to the driver, there were two people sitting side by side with a * hanging on their chests. Observe left and right, very vigilant.

Mikhachav was very pleased with the performance of these escorts, which is in war, even ordinary soldiers, to be vigilant against possible attacks at any time.

Let's go down and see what good things they have brought us. He laughs.

As the motorcade drove past the bell tower, someone poked their heads out of the window and looked in our direction. Mikhachav waved to them and shouted hello.

What really caught my attention was the black spots that appeared on the canvas. Obviously, it was from the war, and after the traces of blood were rubbed with dirt and leaves, the unsightly spots and patches appeared.

I also noticed that there were quite a few bullet holes in the side of the carriage.

It would not be surprising if these trucks had just retreated from the battlefield and had blood and bullet holes, but they were only convoys for supplies, not the main force participating in the battle, and it was impossible for them to clash head-on with the enemy. Moreover, since it is a convoy for transporting military supplies, it is necessary to keep the inside and outside of the car clean and tidy so as not to stain the food. Even if a truck that has been attacked is used, it will be cleaned up in a timely manner.

"Look at those cars, look at the bullet holes and the blood stains on the canvas." I whispered.

Mikhachev disagreed: "This is war, it is impossible to keep absolutely clean, you can only lower the requirements." ”

I shook my head: "You'd better go down and check these vehicles, be careful, there's always nothing wrong with that." ”

Mikhachav also shook his head: "Don't make a big fuss and waste your energy on such unnecessary trivial things, or think more about how to destroy the enemy in the west of the main city, right?" ”

His vigilance is poor, which makes me suspicious.

Soon, the convoy drove past the bell tower, turned right at the end of the long street, and drove to the big man's quarters.

Mikhachav looked to the west, and the gunfire seemed to be a little quieter, only sporadical. According to the laws of battle, this short break brewed a more fierce attack. If you take it lightly at this moment, then you will suffer a big loss next.

"You just said that you want to release your companions, and I can consider that. But you have to give me a reason to convince me. He said.

I believe that as long as Gu Qingcheng is released, it will bring hope to the city. At this point, however, I don't want to discuss this and focus on the trucks.

"There is no reason, whether to let go or not to let go, it's up to you." I say.

"I suspect your companion is a spy." He said.

I didn't hesitate any longer, and walked down slowly, looking around for a shortcut to the big man's dwellings. If there is a problem with the convoy, the battle will break out at any moment, and I can get back in time, maybe I can stop a mutation. This is my sixth sense, which cannot be explained by evidence.

"Hey, wait a minute." He called me behind him.

I didn't look back, I didn't stop, I kept going down.

With a bang, a bullet landed on the handrail of the ladder next to me, sending sparks in all directions.

Bullets were fired from behind, and I had only Mikhachav behind me.

I paused and listened to his footsteps approaching slowly.

"Don't rush back, everything is left to fate." He said.

I immediately understood that there must be a problem with the team, and Mikhachav was their internal response. Since even Mikhachav has turned against the water, the big man is in danger.

"Why is this happening?" I asked.

"yes, why is that? I would like to ask this question as well. Why was our mighty Northern Alliance so shattered and defeated by the Nazi armored vehicle units overnight? Who is responsible? I guess it's the big guys. He does not have the ability to lead this country, let alone lead the people to win this war. Rather than being slaughtered by the enemy after defeat, it is better to surrender directly and save yourself. So, I made a decision for the big guys, and that was - to surrender the city, to end this battle, and even to end the war that took place on the territory of the Northern Alliance, just like those small European countries, to raise the white flag and surrender to the occupying forces. He said.

I understand why he made such a decision, whether it was public or private. Throughout the history of World War II, the surrendered countries, the land and the old buildings were preserved, and after the defeat of the Nazis, the king regained the throne as head of state. It seems that before and after the war, they lost nothing and gained a reputation for preserving the people. Not only did they not be judged by history, but they also made it to the ranking of Ming Jun.

Such countries abound, France, Austria, Poland - when all the humanists sang the praises of these so-called wise men through various media, they had actually forgotten that the whole nation was humiliated by such a capitulation.

On the contrary, if we look at China, from the Republic of China to the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Chinese nation has never stopped resisting the aggression of foreign enemies. China's history of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression has set the best example for other countries in the world, although it is tragic, but it has not given up the soul of a nation, which is the most important thing.

"You've chosen a good path." I say.

"I'm just thinking about the people of the Northern Alliance, since the big man is no longer suitable to be a marshal, then naturally there should be a more suitable candidate to take the stage, such as me." He said.

"This is an armed rebellion, a traitor to the enemy, do you know?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that by doing so, I'm saving the city and all the people in it. I am their savior, and when the war is over, they will bow down to me and express their sincere gratitude to me. Without me, the city would have been reduced to the largest ruin in eastern Europe under the trampling of Nazi armored forces, and all the ancient civilizations of the Northern Alliance would have been wiped out, which is the greatest tragedy. He said.

His theories seem to work and sound, but in fact, as long as you see through a little, you know that he is a coward, and these theories are coward's theories.

"And what are you going to do?" I asked.

"We're not going to do anything, we're going to wait here for half an hour or an hour, and when the gunfire stops, it's over. But rest assured, once I sit on the throne of marshal, you and your companions will be safe and sound. I don't care where you come from or where you're going, just leave this city and you'll be free. He replied.

The fact that the big names occupied a very important historical position in the course of the history of World War II and in the twenty years after World War II cannot be changed. If Mikhachev's ruse succeeds, history will be unrecognizable.

Boom, gunshots rang out to the west, just two blocks away, which happened to be the residence of the big guys.

I heard the sound of a pistol, *, *explosion for about five minutes, and then suddenly fell silent.

Mikhachav was very proud: "I have emptied all the cronies around the big man, and there are only four guard companies, most of which are also my men. I have given the order to retreat as soon as the two sides engage in battle, and let the attackers drive straight in and capture the big guys. Now, my plan should have succeeded, and the big man has become a prisoner. Hahahaha, the Northern Alliance is already under my control at the moment......"

When a man is too proud, he makes mistakes, and when I hear him bang on the escalator with the handle of his pistol, I know that the muzzle of the gun must not be aimed at me.

We turned around and slashed his right elbow with a hard palm, and the pistol hit the ground instantly.

Mikhachav stepped back one step back, his right arm could no longer be raised, and he immediately drew his knife with his left hand.